"So you're stupid!"

Hearing the wind, the emperor unceremoniously attacked the post-rebirth monk and said, "This is a spirit grass, it can be used to refine many kinds of pills. ”

"You ......" The post-born monk glared at Emperor Tingfeng fiercely, and said viciously: "Where did you come from, little hairy boy, dare to meddle with your uncle's affairs." ”

"Little hairy child?" As soon as the emperor raised his eyebrows, the Buddha sleeve knocked the junior monk out of the circle, and the action was done in one go, and he didn't make any effort at all.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that the junior monk is afraid of the emperor listening to the wind, and he keeps retreating, even if it is, only the junior monk himself knows, this is all because of the relationship between the emperor and the wind.

"You said that you bought the stall owner's fake spirit grass, which led to the refining of inferior pills, and you can tell me what pills you refined. ”

"I didn't buy the fake spirit grass from you, so I definitely won't tell you. ”

The posterior monk knew that Emperor Tingfeng might not be a simple character, and he knew that he could not be offended, so it was better not to provoke him from the beginning.

"Huh?" The corners of the emperor's mouth twitched, was he afraid of him, or was he framing the stall owner in the first place, and now he saw that someone was clarifying the facts for the stall owner, and he didn't dare to call out.

When the stall owner saw that the emperor was willing to clarify himself, he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly asked the monk of the younger generation, "Then you can talk to me!"

"I ......" The post-graduate monk didn't expect the stall owner to stand up at this time, he thought that the stall owner didn't dare to say anything, and the emperor couldn't do anything to him.

"Say yes. The stall owner's waist stiffened, and he yelled at the monk and said, "Wasn't it very loud just now? ”

"Just say it, I'm not afraid of shadows, I'm afraid you won't make it. The junior monk snorted coldly, crossed his waist and looked at the person with his nostrils.

"After I bought fake spirit grasses from you and went back, I used them and other main spirit grasses to refine the Guben Peiyuan Dan, who knows, after the pill is formed, it is actually an inferior grade. ”

"If it weren't for the problem of the fake spirit grass, how could the Guben Pei Yuan Dan be an inferior grade, I have never had an inferior grade in my previous alchemy. ”

"You still don't admit that you sold me fake spirit grass, who else do you want to fool! Even if someone supports you, I'm not afraid. ”

"Guben Pei Yuan Dan?" The emperor listened to the wind, this is not the kind of pill that Lu Qing Zhenren gave him when he was apprenticed for the first time!

"That's right. The junior monk snorted proudly, as if he was the only one in the world who could refine the Guben Pei Yuan Dan.

Although Emperor Tingfeng couldn't refine the pills, he was still very clear about the main flavor of those pills, and asked, "Did you buy Qiye Luo?"

"What Seven Leaves Fall?" It was the first time that the post-life monk had heard of the name of the spiritual grass Seven Leaf Fall, maybe the name of the Terran monk was different!

Seeing that the post-born monk didn't even know about Qiye Luo, the stall owner couldn't help but despise it, and replied: "I don't even know Qiye Luo, you are a fake alchemist!"

"You nonsense!" The post-graduate monk blushed with anger and howled, "I have been refining pills with my master since I was a child, how can I be fake." ”

"So you're stupid. The stall owner borrowed the words of Emperor Tingfeng to scold the post-born monk, and reminded him: "Qiye Luo is the main medicinal material for refining the solid Peiyuan Dan. ”

"......" The post-life monk looked confused, he didn't even know this, and he was embarrassed.

"Yes, yes, it's Qiye Luo, that's right. The junior monk hurriedly explained later, saying, "I...... I just can't remember it for a while. ”

"I don't know I don't know, I can't think of anything. "The stall owner didn't give up, who told the junior monk to slander him just now, and found someone to come over and smash his stall.

If it weren't for the emperor's help to clarify, maybe he would have been dismantled by the descendants of the monks a long time ago!

"Since you don't admit it, it's okay. Emperor Tingfeng casually took out the spiritual herbs and medicinal materials for refining the Guben Pei Yuan Dan, and said, "Can you choose to refine the pill again?"

Unexpectedly, the emperor listened to the wind and played this trick, and the post-life monk saw that the opportunity was not good, and quickly refused: "I didn't bring the Dan furnace out, how can I refine the pill." ”

"I just happened to have the Dan furnace with me, so I can lend it to you. "A demon cultivator next to him generously contributed the Dan furnace.

Emperor Tingfeng gave the junior monk a look, indicating that he now had the materials and the Dan furnace and could start.

The junior monk refused, he took out the solid Pei Yuan Dan he had refined, and shouted, "You see, this is the solid Pei Yuan Dan I refined, is it of inferior grade. ”

"I only have to get used to my own Dan furnace, I'm afraid I can't control other people's Dan furnaces. ”

The post-life monk had a bunch of excuses, that is, he refused to refine the pill on the spot, but instead took out the bad pill he had refined and showed it to the audience.

"You're using the wrong ingredients at all. The emperor shook his head when he heard the wind, and said directly: "No wonder the solid Pei Yuan Dan you refined has been destroyed." ”

"How could it be my problem. The junior monk shouted loudly in dissatisfaction, it was obviously a problem with the fake spirit grass.

The emperor listened to the wind and ignored him, he was not even interested in taking a look at the elixir refined by the post-living cultivators, and if the technique was not good, it was strange that the spirit grass of other people was not good.

Emperor Tingfeng handed the spirit grass he had just taken out to the stall owner and asked, "Do you know how to make alchemy?"

The stall shook his head blankly, he was a spirit grass seller, even if he was refining pills, he was just giving help to other alchemists, and he had never started it himself at all.

"It doesn't matter. Emperor Tingfeng didn't mind at all, and rearranged the spirit grass he had just handed to the stall owner.

"I'll prescribe you a new Dan prescription again, and you can just do as I say. ”

"What!" Not only the stall owner, but even the junior monk and the other audience monks were stunned, asking a person who was not an alchemist to refine the elixir, this young man is joking!

Facing the questioning eyes of the stall owner and the monks, Emperor Tingfeng did not explain and asked, "Do you believe me?"

The stall owner nodded, then shook his head, he wasn't sure if he wanted to trust the boy.

However, if he didn't believe in Emperor Tingfeng from the beginning, he wouldn't have asked him for help, so the stall owner would rather believe in Emperor Tingfeng than let that junior monk continue to be arrogant.

The stall owner finally nodded affirmatively and said, "Childe, I believe in you." ”

Emperor Tingfeng was satisfied with the stall owner's answer, and smiled: "Okay, I also believe that you can do it, you can use the new pill I prescribed for you to refine the Gathering Spirit Pill!"

"What, Ju...... Gathering Spirit Pill, it is actually Gathering Spirit Pill!" The monks were shocked again, and gasped, the Gathering Spirit Pill is not something that can be successfully refined by just one person.